It’s pretty remarkable that this took me nearly an entire year to finish. I’m feeling both proud and ashamed.
I remember writing it and sketching it so quickly, thinking it would be done in a matter of weeks. But life got very difficult and the memory of working on this there, at their house, was too painful to face. And for a long time, I couldn’t even look at it.
I had a brief moment of creative surge and I picked it up again months later, and then it went away just as quickly.
Last night I dragged it out to realize I had only one panel left to finish and that if I could just get through it I could be done with it.
It is like closing a chapter, and like clearing a path.
I’m reminded how difficult it can be to work when you’re in a bad place. Comics have taken a back seat to other more urgent projects, because last year was so difficult. That is still true in some ways, that I put aside TV and Toast to focus on other work, but it feels so good to have finally finished it.
This is a much bigger accomplishment than the others I’ve drawn. I just had to acknowledge that.